Friday, February 8, 2013

Inspired by Pottery Barn: Custom Sideboard with Wine Inserts

Heirlooms don't come wrapped from Ikea. They are wrought with love and craftsmanship. When your heart is linked to the creator, then an inanimate object takes on the story and history which is rarely store bought. 




It was a piece of Pottery Barn modular furniture  that inspired our wedding gift to Shannon and Kenny. It sounded so simple to convert the idea into a single sideboard with a modular wine insert.  



Little did we know the richness of the experience building it would entail. The time. Or the work. But the story of this sideboard could not be bought. It could only be made. 

It is a gift wrought with memories of  hand selecting woods, design changes necessitated along the way, of perfecting products and techniques. Of multiple runs to Reel Lumber  in search of the "right wood" when their deliveries of black walnut were fresh.

There was frustration when finishing required leaps of faith over hurdles of every day reality - like fitting time to work on within  my husband's normally abnormally busy work schedule. Of surviving a mystery illness and then his miracle recovery with a long pause due to a surgical accident interfering  with the coordination of his predominant hand. All of which make this heirloom more precious than it cost. 

The cabinet is a symbol that this marvelous family that I had the good fortune to marry into motors its way through life fueled by patience and perseverance.  

  
Brea Canyon Pass at Sunset
And so,  after three years of hogging my car's spot in the garage, the cabinet was swaddled in blankets within the bosom of my husband's Avalanche. Time to take a drive from Diamond Bar to its new home in Huntington Harbor. 




The front entrance to the condo is reached up a steep enclosed set of stairs with a couple of hair pin turns to maneuver  Thank God our oldest son Trevor was home to help his brother deliver the cabinet without scratching. 
  


Or dropping.  Amen. 



 The construction is all hand-selected black walnut.

 It was the third try to build the top of bookmatched boards jointed from 2" thick lumber  that finally satisfied the artistic desire for flowing wood grain. 

Now, keeping the expanse of  board flat took experimentation.  Right before I was going to go shopping for granite- Gerry found that setting the unfinished top on the lawn for an hour under the California summer sun  worked. His hypothesis is this allows  moisture from below and heat from above to loosen the bow in the center enough to plane and hand-scrape the top flat. Because of the organic nature of  timber, it could not be bolted to the cabinet frame- figure 8 fasteners allow for movement. 


Gerry sliced extra thick veneer inserted into the stiles and rails carved with a teensie ogee router bit. 

The luminosity is achieved with 8 coats of finish.  Between each coat, imperfections were hand-polished out with the finest steel wool.  The depth of wood grain was enriched by four coats of a custom - blended brew of three part blend of tongue oil, semi-gloss polyurethane and paint thinner.  4  coats of gloss urethane  then protect the finish from liquid spills.  Renaissance wax massaged onto the surface is the secret to the gleam that is only found in the finest pieces of furniture.




The original design had pulls purchased from Pottery Barn. When Gerry went to install- they were a tad bit larger than the drawers allowed. So he opted for pulls from one of his favorite haunts, Woodcraft - then accented the figured walnut drawer fronts by inlaying a shadow-line with a  raised framing detail. 

Dovetail joints on drawers. 
Dovetail joints are to cabinetry what lingerie is to a woman's wardrobe. It is the opportunity to hold things together beautifully.



One of my favorite details is the bookmatched veneer on the door fronts. In a Rorschach  sort of way- do you see that fine set of 6-pack abs that I do?   




While the vibe is very traditional, the grid wine is constructed with the exacting minimal variance tolerance required in modern architecture. Unless you actually inserted wine bottles into the slots, your eye would never notice the pattern is not exactly squared. This required a field trip to Total Wine for an assortment of bottle sizes to model from):- 




Soon it won't just be wine bottles the couple needs to store.  Next month come baby bottles. 



Linking to Show and Tell at  My Romantic Home.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Birth of a Monarch- Butterfly that is

"Each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle." 




















Home for the winter, our well-educated mountain man son, Trevor, took notice of a detail which had become simply part of the scenery to us. There are chrysalis hanging about the garden. From plants. Attached to structures. Off furniture- including the oak china cabinet which is my signature defiance of the rules as to what belongs inside and what belongs outside. 




He and his dad set up the time lapse photography- which translates on the film as changing background color. Photo shop could have leveled the light to a consistent level. However, there is a point when fixing images is like women who don't know when to stop with the plastic surgery. We need more practice enjoying the perfection within imperfection.  

Stopping to watch this butterfly escape its cocoon was the first time I realized the blackening of the encasement was not its getting old- it was the black of the wings pushing their way through the translucent casing. 

Not all monarch butterflies migrate.  Once they find a hospitable environment, 3 generations may stay before the fourth is off on its famous vertical grand tour of the continent. 

Linking to My Romantic Home Show and Tell

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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Garden Bloggers Bloom Day - January 2013 - Winter abundance


 Rosa 'Mutabilis', the Butterfly Rose, her fragile silken blooms hover over the well-branched specimen is a rule breaker. A true rose, she is in no way staid or formal. Instead of her blossoms fading in the sun, each petal dances through the color wheel, deepening in tone from yellow to tangerine to pink and finally- crimson.   



The plant tag promised she would grow 6-8' fall. Mine billows in the wind in complete ignorance of any restrictions of when she should stop performing. She's at least 12 ' tall and knows no season she doesn't wish to be in bloom. 


Her long abundant branches wave in the birds from the chaparral filled finger canyon that we are locked in permanent battle for supremacy of the land with.   Rested, it is a short flight for visiting birds from the protection of her arms to the main bird feeders. 


The bird feeders were placed so that I can watch from both my study and the kitchen.  This Victorian was one of my husband's first woodworking projects using a scroll saw. Well-worn, particularly now that wood peckers have found our yard, this is probably the last season before it is replaced by a newer model. 


What makes this feeder a popular hang-out with our feathered friends? 



Abundance and diversity. 

This feeder was built to protect  the silo feeder, which we have filled with parfait like layers of nuts, seeds and dried fruit- this week-cranberries. 





Nearby- the bougainvillea has been trimmed and trimmed and trimmed again this year to produce a thick canopy over the thorny branches. If you look closely at the top you should spot 2 birdies waiting in line for their turn at the feeder. 



A family of 3 dove walked the grass in the opening in search of dropped safflower seeds. Skittish birds, the thicket of the bougainvillea on the edge of the lawn made then less nervous about the lens aimed at them.  


Even a bench is a welcome perch. 



Tahoe is 6 now.  A Chihuahua -  Miniature  Pinscher mutt-  she thinks like a hunting dog. Open the sliding door to the backyard and there is nothing she loves more than flushing  the birds. 


Most of the year the hummingbirds ignore the feeders- winter is a different story. 


Our chilly nighttime temperatures settled in the mid 30's last week- turning the tangerines that color which signals the salivation glands. Time to pick and peel. 



The Angel's trumpet flowers aren't that beautiful peachy color of summer- but the fact that she isn't one dead stick is proof we didn't drop below freezing temperatures for any extended length of time.    



All this abundance- this very fat hawk isn't looking to diet.  He's looking to make a decision on if lunch will be wearing feathers of fur.


 Narcissus. They are planted around the perimeter, wherever a few extra bulbs can be tucked in to. Their scent is heavenly. Except to gophers.  




Last year I was on travel when the heat wave hit. My beautiful fuchsia died. I thought. I was wrong. 



 From the vegetable garden, a tutierre was pulled out from under a deceased tomato vine. its wire feet pinched inward to fit in the pot. It will give structure to the fuchsia as it regains its stature. Tomorrow I will look at the seeds to see if a suitable vining companion might add to the entry statement- this is a house where a gardener lives.  




At the feet of the pot are the blessings of a quick run to Roger's Garden in Corona del Mar. 




Herbed goat cheese in oil- tossed with  organic edible flowers and croutons from Bristol Farms:  a  perfect salad and perfect place to end this visit. 



Linking to Carol May's Garden Bloggers Bloom Day 


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Thursday, January 10, 2013

Winter in Southern California Through The Eyes of a Gardenista

"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home." 
~Edith Sitwell




It is a crisp 49 degrees tonight. While the Flowering Bradford Pear Tree may be  best known for being covered in white flowers in springtime, it is in the winter when her leaves blaze bright that I love her best. 


Beloved by builders for being inexpensive, city planners for their symmetry and homeowners for making sure even trash day has curb appeal 



I love them for the free mulch. So far none of the neighbors has complained when my broom and I sweep away what the wind has whipped to the ground. My gardener is a amused that what most of his customers want hauled away I covet like they are loose diamonds laying about. 

If you purchase a tree, be sure to cough up a couple extra dollars for a named variety. 

These trees are not so sturdy as they appear. The generics tend to either send limbs crashing fall over at age 20 years. Mine came down with no prior warning while I was on a break from gardening beneath it back when Senator Bob Huff was a City Councilman. He was good at looking in at his constituents to see if there was anything he could either help with or learn from. Raised on a farm, I think he secretly wished the chain saw was packed in the car trunk when he left for church earlier that day. 

Flowering Bradford Pears are beautiful specimens- just be aware they are like many beautiful women- maintenance expenses do not decrease with time. 

Take heed when a limb looks heavy- put the tree trimmer on auto dial with instructions to thin the canopy so the trunk is not as the mast of a great sailing vessel. It is the wind  into densely woven branches and leaves which rips majestic trees to the ground like they are mere paper cups on a picnic. 

Do not park beneath a mature flowering pear- unless you want to gamble on needing a new car.



If any fruit tree has a brain, it is the Meyer Lemon. It politely ripens just a few fruit at a time. For her politeness, she is rewarded with drinks of OMRI Fish Rich organic plant and garden fertilizer.  Great stuff. With little pooches,   I worry about most fish-ilzers attracting the local carnivores. But the gentle 2-2-2 formulation is very low odor. Get some. Your plants will thank you.



This is the mother of all African Blue Basil in my garden. Mostly ignored in an over-exposed side-yard pot, her trunk is thick enough to qualify as a limb.  If my fellow gardenista Glenda Bona can remember what year we drove to Solvang for the day-  this was my hardware store souvenir. I do believe the purple spires have been calling in the bees since before the 1994 Northridge Earthquake. 

 *Today's quote was found on the Quote Garden. Uplifting readers since 1998

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

HAPPY NEW YEAR~ Life's Meaning and Happiness

"Be at War with your Vices, at Peace with your Neighbours, and let every New Year find you a better Man."  Or woman.
Ben Franklin


Happy New Year!   The world did not end. Again. A lesson in the wisdom of ignoring naysayers. 

In the moments between the traditional New Year Football Menu- which in this household can be shortened to the  expected result- heartburn- why not consider how happiness is  found, 

Live you life with hopeful expectation that it will be long and meaningful. God doesn't make mistakes in how he's made us- but he certainly lets us go through struggles. Best to dress your actions in accountability- with accents of fun.  

Trevor, our oldest son came home to parents paddling through projects that were mating and begetting ever more work. His presence slowed us down. During his precious rare appearance, reminding us that we are worth more simply as people than the sum of what we might ever own. 

We closed out the last day of 2012 in a very living room with a camera; a couple flashlights and laser pointers  aimed at a white bit of paper taped up to make a screen. A tripod held the camera for long exposures as he went to doodling.

Above is one of our favorites. When he was in kindergarten, the doodle would have gone on the refrigerator. Now children of all ages, their artwork goes on the Internet. 

I will forget how much work got muscled through the last 2 months. I will get past the computer going on its " holiday vacation." The burglary will be in put in perspective. I will never, ever forget how much it meant to have a grown son love us enough to make some real time to be with us. 




Monday, December 31, 2012

Les Misérables

"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent” 
-Victor Hugo, Author of Les Misérables
1802-1885

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Move over Lawrence of Arabia. For 50 years you've been the benchmark by which all other movies are measured in my mind. You have now have company: "Les Mis".

This is a take a full box- of- tissue- with- you  movie.  Besides being gorgeously filmed, exquisitely scored, greatly cast and filled with little moments that grab the viewer away from the Epic film, this is a movie of great moral clarity. Who isn't hungry for that these days?



 

This photo of  Anne Hathaway and Hugh Jackman is from Yahoo movie review. If you are a fan of little factoids, click here and be happy.


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Samantha Marks (as Eponine) and Eddie Redmayne (as Marius) are nothing short of astounding.  Their vocalizations alone are reason to buy the soundtrack.

 The only thing which the movie could have used- an intermission. It's not like you can hit the rewind button when nature calls. Which in a theater with the thermostat felt like it was stuck at 27 degrees- putting off that moment until after the film was over was -well- distracting towards the end.

Which is a good reason to purchase the DVD the day it comes out. I will.
 
*the bottom photo is from the  movie website.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Hallelujah- Free Hugs from Sondrio, Italy

Two of God's Great Gifts are music and hugs. Through happiness and hardship, they are best shared.


Lara Fabian. I never heard of her before Judy Duvall forwarded the You Tube Video above.  Miss Fabian's voice... what a wonderful discovery to end the year. 

Ashley Fetters wrote in The Atlantic on the history of how a little known piece simmered in obscurity -only to mature as a bridge between pop and traditional culture. Leonard Cohen said of his lyrics. "There are moments when we can ... reconcile and embrace the whole mess, and that's what I mean by 'Hallelujah.'"   Just in case you want to sing along...

"Hallelujah" lyrics by Leonard Cohen. 


I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah